I call my baby my sweet hotdog bun
She’s got her tongue pierced twice for two times the fun
She wears a long, pearl necklace and a brown, buckskin coat
And we go sailing every Sunday on our glass-bottomed boat
There’s a trail of dead bodies from New York down to Natchez
Cuz you know my baby likes to Filthy Sanchez!
Feed your ponies and whip your greyhounds
Fly your camels right outta town
Spread your picnic blankets and serve up a nice hot lunch
Pack up your donkeys boys, and give ‘em all a punch
Every bronco has been busted on those west Texas ranches
Cuz you know my baby likes to Filthy Sanchez!
We crossed the desert on a cool Cleveland steamer
Pickin’ purple mushrooms and shootin’ up tequila
She painted my face with her Mexican lipstick
And said, “You’re soakin’ wet steel, boy-I’m pure electric!”
All the trees in Tennessee are full of broken branches
Cuz you know my baby likes to Filthy Sanchez!
You know she won a shiny medal in the war against the Turks
She’s the kind of cowgirl that rides forward and reverse
It’s tough to tell what types of tricks she’s hidin’ up her sleeve
When every lie she lays on you you’re willin’ to believe
Well, it’s hard to reach the peak whey you’re fightin’ avalanches
Cuz you know my baby likes to Filthy Sanchez!
Well, I’m sick…
That’s right, I am sick..
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